Breadwinner

The road to hell is paved

with good intentions.

That's the path that brought me here.

You sell your soul for roles you take and

then you have to look into the mirror.

So feed us cancer. Give us drugs.

Sell us half-ass educations so we can pick

a job to pay the rent.

Forget your dreams and

what they may have meant

to you in your youth.

Find a bride and raise the kids.

Teach them from mistakes that you have made.

Are we predestined or just well trained?

Invent a god and place the blame for all

this hurt you feel. And on,

and so on. It feels sometimes

so scripted like your life is out of your hands.

A fixed lottery we'll never win.

Not everybody wants to be the angry one

to sacrifice and make a change,

but everybody wants to find a better way.

I search for that for you.

These things that you love will leave.

We'll bury friends and family.

With these lonely feelings I think of you.

In my selfishness I waste away.

Act your age and be a man.

With these lonely feelings I think of you.

And I brace myself.

And it breaks my heart to see

you do this all by yourself.

I've sworn so many times

this year I'll turn things around.

Don't ever let your daughter love

a passionate man, because I hate

myself for missing all the times

I promised you.